RONIN
"Luxere fur? I have no idea where we'll find any of that," Ronin informs his husband with a sly smile, even as a thick ruff of fur appears beneath his collar like a scarf. "Fine, then. Feathers and fur, twine and wire. You've got yourself a bauble. Or close enough, anyway." He keeps one arm around his husband as they walk, the other nursing his mug of cider, and though the cobbles are snowy and their breath clouds the night air, he feels warm to the core.
"It is exactly what it sounds like," he says, his voice hushed as if it's a secret, though the excitement in his blue eyes tells that he hasn't seen nearly enough of them as he'd like to. "I accidentally stole one, not long after I got here. I broke it, too." Oops. "I think this time we can just have one of the pilots sail it for us, and you and I can cosy up out of the way."
It doesn't take all that long to reach the Skyport, not when the conversation carries so easily, and although the stars and moon are winking down at them, it's busier than it was when Ronin first saw the place. The boats still line the cliffs, bobbing gently and waiting for passengers.
"It is exactly what it sounds like," he says, his voice hushed as if it's a secret, though the excitement in his blue eyes tells that he hasn't seen nearly enough of them as he'd like to. "I accidentally stole one, not long after I got here. I broke it, too." Oops. "I think this time we can just have one of the pilots sail it for us, and you and I can cosy up out of the way."
It doesn't take all that long to reach the Skyport, not when the conversation carries so easily, and although the stars and moon are winking down at them, it's busier than it was when Ronin first saw the place. The boats still line the cliffs, bobbing gently and waiting for passengers.
one more wish for you
